The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1887-07-12
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Detroit Free Press: "And Won
don't think anything can be done fol
me, docior2"
What a world Of pathetic entreaty
there was In the trembling voice that
spoke the pleading wordsi One
thin, white hand was lifted weakly
and laid implorinply on the doctors
arm IS he eat by the little white bed
In the woman's ward OF a city hospital.
I'll take anything you want TO give
me, doctor; I'll stand any kind Of an
operation without muimur II you'll
only try to save me, DOCTOR"
II will try" said the old doctor
kindly, but those that heard him say
1t knew that there was no hope for the
young girl who had been brought In
bruised and bleeding from the city
streets.
"a TELLER tearin' down the street with
fat team run over her as she turned
the corner" the man said who
brought her in and laid her down
with just little spark Of life left in
tie frail little body that had for
years been buffeted on the sea Of ad.
versity beneath the waves OF VIII CHI so
many human bsrks 20 down.
Her pricked fingers told that she
was q seamless. Her thin and faded
garments told that she was poor.
I'll tell you how II lie, doctor" she
said, entrestiugly, 81 don't mind II for
myseI IL there was only me
wouldn't ask you to try to pull me
through, but on, doctor, doctor, there's
mother and little brother Jim and
baby R1thie. I'm all they've got to
take care OF EN-. Mo'her hasn't set up
whole day for years, Jim's only FIVE
years old and the baby is Just old
enough to walk. Father died Ia the
spring, and, as I've said, I'm all
they've got, 80 you see 1 can't die,
doctor; mustn't die yet. You will
save me, won't you, doctor 2"
III / can" said the doctor In that
same hopeless tone.
The thin, white hand stroked his
coat gently; the weak, childish voice
ran on.
~ don't know what would become
OF mother and the children II you
couldn't save me. Jimmie Is real
good, and does everything he can, but
he's only five years old and Won know
he can't do much. Poor little fellow |
He'd be 90 sorry for his sister II he
knew she'd been hurt. Now, doctor,
please get me M jns. as soon as you
can, won't you? You know it's com.
ing Christmas time, and I've promised
Jimmie a pair OF new boots, sure.
must get them In some way. How
soon can | "a about my work 2"
"Don't think OF that now" said the
doctor. grsveIy.
"But / must think OF II, doctor. See,
there's only 80 cents 10 my purse, and
that's all there is In the world be.
tween us aud starvstion-that and me.
I've got steady work now until Jauu.
airy, aod can't lose Q day or Jimmy
won't get those boots. IL"
He- eyes Gle Jed YEARLY. The white
hand fell listlessly from the doctor's
sleeve. Her mind wandered.
an be sure to get them, Jimmy,
DEAR" she said tenderly. "B, q good
boy always when sister Is away, and
mind mother and baby carefully.
You're suca little helper TO sister ;
yon-how am now, Doctorf'
He bent tenderly over her, but raid
nothing. There were tears In his eyes
and hs bearded lip trembled.
sis her case quite hopeless" whis-
pered an attendant, stepping softly
toward the bed.
The doctor lifted finger wsrnipgly
and bsnt closer TO the white face. An
In tsnt later he lifted his head and
said solemnly:
"Yes, quite hopeless; she is dead"